Two hours later, Dean was picking up articles of clothing that were scattered from the front entrance to the hall outside the bedroom, while Katie fed her three felines, praising them for being so patient and giving them an extra spoonful of their favorite food for their effort. When Dean entered the kitchen, arms full of clothing, Katie couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of her naked lover bearing their discarded clothes.
“What?” Dean asked, both eyebrows raised.
“You just look adorable, love. Standing there with your arms full of clothes and not a stitch on your body.”
“Well, you look pretty adorable yourself, sweetheart.” Dean gave both eyebrows a quick Groucho motion and grinned. “And, either you’re cold, or you’re glad to see me.
That comment earned her a quickly wadded and tossed kitchen towel, which she snatched out of the air and added to her pile without dropping a single item.
“You … are … incorrigible,” Katie admonished as she walked over and gave Dean a quick kiss. “But,” she kissed her again, “that’s one of the things I love about you.”
“Just one?” Dean questioned as she bent her head for another kiss.
“Mmmm, one of many things,” Katie offered, as she placed her arms around Dean’s neck and fell into her lover’s sapphire gaze.
“Ah, that’s good, ‘cause I have many skills.” Dean grinned at Katie as she balanced the clothing between them, then moved one hand behind her lover's back while stooping and tucking the other under Katie’s knees. She stood, carrying Katie and the clothes towards the bedroom, stopping at the kitchen light switch long enough for Katie to flip it off. A short time later, both women where snug under the bed covers, nestled in each other’s arms and slipping gently into the welcome state of deep REM sleep.
* * * * *
The woman in the car slipped off her headphones and smiled evilly before picking up the fortune cookie she had saved from her dinner. Unwrapping it, she pulled out the thin strip of paper and read her fortune aloud. “The battle between good and evil is as continuous as a whirlpool seeking it’s center.” Tossing the paper on the floor of the car, she popped the pieces of the cookie into her mouth, mumbling around the bits as she chewed. “Well, isn’t that special.” Swallowing her cookie, she began laughing as she started the vehicle and began the drive back to Quantico.
* * * * *
Katie felt the bonds release, and her body began to fall forward into the blackness of the abyss, her screams lost in the deafening roar that surrounded her as she tumbled through icy cold space. Her last vision before blackness overcame her was of Dean’s sapphire eyes as she fell away from her lover… Katie awoke when her body jolted upright, arms reaching out into the darkness of the bedroom, her scream still echoing in the room.
Dean quickly sat up with Katie’s scream, assessing the room around them. “What’s wrong?” were the first words out of her mouth, as she'd determined there was no threat existing in the room. “Are you all right?” she added as she quickly pulled Katie into her arms. Katie hastily welcomed the safety and warmth of her lover’s embrace. Shaking from the images still vividly emblazoned in her mind, she began to cry.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Dean asked again as she cupped Katie’s chin and lifted it to peer into her face.
Heaving raggedly, Katie nodded slightly. Dean wiped away the tears, pulled Katie’s head to her chest, and started to gently rock her. “Shhh. It was just a bad dream. You’re safe, love.”
“Oh, Dean…it was so real. I…I tried to call out to you, but you couldn’t hear me.” She stopped and shakily sucked in a breath. “Then whatever was holding me, let go; and I began to fall.” Looking up at Dean, tears still falling, she added, “And all I could see were your beautiful eyes.” Katie put her head back against Dean’s chest and tightened her arms around her.
Still rocking and cooing softly, Dean stroked Katie’s hair, placing several soft kisses on the short blonde tresses until she felt Katie settling down. “Hmmm, no more Kung Pao for you so close to bedtime, sweetheart,” she chuckled, and felt Katie grin at the comment.
“Yeah, that third helping was probably the culprit,” Katie considered as her sense of security returned. Both women giggled as they remembered Ling Soo’s expression as she came to the table to see how they'd liked Chang’s special dinner. Ling Soo could not believe that the two women had eaten the entire meal and had no leftovers to take home. The old woman even looked under the table for the telltale carry out containers, questioning them when she couldn’t find any. “How you eat all food? Chang not make enough? I go get more! So sorry… be right back.” They had a hard time stopping the old woman from fetching more food and reprimanding Chang, but she finally conceded, although not completely convinced that Chang had made enough food for them.
“Mmmm, and the glasses of plum wine didn’t help either,” Dean added. “Think you can go back to sleep now?”
Katie nodded, and they eased back onto the pillows. Dean positioned herself to cradle Katie in her arms, supplying the young woman with the sanctuary she needed to fall back to sleep.
* * * * *
Chapter 15
11 December, 0600 Hours
“What time will you be home?” Katie called from the bathroom as she stepped out of the shower.
“Probably about the same time you pull in. I have a late meeting with Mary before I can leave.” Dean stepped out of the walk-in closet, already dressed in her uniform, but still shoe-less. “I’ll feed the cats and give Shug her medicine.”
“Thanks, love. That extra fifteen minutes in bed put me off track this morning.” Katie exited the bathroom, still wrapped in her bath towel. She glanced at her lover and smiled appreciatively, taking in the striking beauty that was accentuated by the uniform with all of its accoutrements. Sighing, she said, “I guess I’ll always be a sucker for a woman in uniform.”
Dean smiled in return, stepping in close to Katie so she could caress her face with a gentle touch. “Mmhmm,” Dean replied in a husky voice, “And I’m a sucker for you wrapped in a towel.” The lovers leaned into each other’s lips for a heated kiss, which would have led to them both being very late had not the ringing of the phone saved them. Dean backed away reluctantly and headed for the phone, picking it up on the third ring.
“Peterson,” she spoke into the receiver with authority.
“Colonel, this is Lieutenant Green. Sorry if I woke you.”
“Not at all, Lieutenant. I’ve been awake for quite a while now. What can I do for you?”
“Well, I was hoping I could catch you before you left for the Pentagon. I read the report about Captain Jarvis’ accident, and I was hoping it would be okay for me to drop by to see him.” The police officer paused before continuing. “I know it’s not in our jurisdiction, but with the information you’ve provided about the incidents you’ve been experiencing, I couldn’t help thinking it’s related.”
“Oh, it’s related all right. The bitch called here and took complete responsibility for it,” Dean scoffed bitterly.
“Ah, I see.” Pausing, Lieutenant Green then added, “Do you think the captain would mind if I stopped by to see him?”
“No, I’m certain he wouldn’t. He wants to see this woman caught as much as we do. By the way, any luck on getting a sketch drawn yet?”
“No, not 'til the night clerk comes back from vacation. She’ll be back on duty Thursday night.”
“That’s right,” Dean sighed. “With everything that’s been happening, I forgot about that.”
“Well, I’ll give Captain Jarvis a call later this morning. Maybe he’ll remember something new by the time I get there.”
“He might; but he was pretty lucid when we talked to him yesterday, and he didn’t have anything to add. But keep me informed, will you?”
“Absolutely, Colonel. Have a good day.” Lieutenant Green hung up, and Dean replaced the receiver in its cradle while she slipped on her shoes.
Katie was nearly dressed and was working on drying her hair as Dean left the bedroom to feed the cats. She had just finished setting their bowls on the floor when Katie came in and hugged her as she stood. “Hey, maybe we’ll get a break soon,” Katie offered as she gave Dean a gentle squeeze.
“Yeah, maybe.” Dean returned the hug before releasing her partner. She took two travel mugs out of the cupboard and set a tea bag in each. “Want some cereal this morning? I bought some Frosted Mini Wheats.”
Katie gave Dean an affectionate poke. “You and your sweet tooth.”
“What’s wrong with Mini Wheats? They’re good for you,” Dean responded, a mock look of hurt on her face.
“You are sooo bad,” Katie teased as she wrapped her arms around her partner. “I guess you can pour me a bowl, too.” Looking at her watch, she said, “I think I have time to sit and eat with you before I have to head out.”
The two women ate their cereal and discussed the day they had ahead of them. Dean was following up on reports from the field that might expose a threat to one of their installations in Europe, and Katie was going to be at Quantico, spending the day back in the classroom for more orientation sessions.
“I really hate sitting in a classroom all day,” she commented as she picked up the cereal bowls, taking them to the sink.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Dean questioned as she put the box of cereal back into the cupboard.
“Oh, yeah! Teaching a class is a lot better than taking a class. I’m actually looking forward to that part.” She finished washing the breakfast dishes, opting to let them air dry in the dish rack. “By Friday, we’ll be finished with our orientation classes. Next week, we’ll be able to concentrate on putting together our class outlines and lesson plans. I’m really looking forward to making my classes as interesting and challenging as possible.”
“Well, I’ve got to hand it to you sweetheart. I don’t think I would have the patience to deal with new recruits.” They exited the kitchen, picking up their briefcases as they headed to the coat closet by the front door.
“They won’t all be rookies, Dean. Some of the recruits have already been through a police academy and are just making a change in their careers.”
Setting their briefcases down on the bench by the front door, they removed their coats from the closet. “Mark my words, love. Those will be the toughest ones to teach.” Dean slipped on her coat, before helping Katie into hers.
Katie tilted her head in thought. “You really think so?”
“Oh, yeah.” Dean nodded knowingly. “While some injuries healed, one of my temporary postings was as an instructor for the Intelligence Section. I was never so glad that I heal quickly.” Dean snickered as she reflected on the assignment. “I think the class was even happier than I was.”
Katie reached over, placing a hand on her lover’s arm. “But, Dean, what about the terrific job you did with the ROTC group up in the Catskills?”
“Hey, they were kids, very teachable, and not seasoned officers who thought they knew everything. That’s what I’m getting at. A little knowledge can be a dangerous thing.” Dean bent down and placed a soft kiss on Katie’s lips, not wanting to part as the kiss was eagerly returned. Unfortunately, Dean was aware that they were getting off a bit later than usual, so she forced herself to break off. “Mmm, love you,” she whispered softly.
“Love you, too,” Katie replied, eyes still closed from the kiss, the corners of her mouth raised in a slight smile. “See you tonight,” she added, opening her eyes to meet Dean’s deep sapphires still locked on her face. After another quick kiss, the women ruefully grabbed their briefcases, set the security alarm, and headed their separate ways.
* * * * *
Wow, the morning sure flew by; and boy, am I hungry! Katie’s thoughts swirled in her head as she gazed across the cafeteria looking for a quiet spot to have her lunch and do a little reading. She managed to find a lone table in the corner and walked quickly toward it. Intent on reading more of Dr. Prokov’s book, she settled in, propping the book up in front of her. Holding her BLT carefully so it wouldn’t drip on the borrowed book, she managed to eat her sandwich and read. She was so focused on the chapter she was reading, she did not see Dr. Prokov approach.
“You really should give it a rest, Katie,” the psychologist commented in her Oxford accent as she stood next to the table, lunch tray in her hand. A surprised Katie looked up to find the woman smiling down on her. “May I join you?” the woman asked, indicating the empty chair in front of her.
“Oh, um, yes…of course, Dr. Prokov. Please do.” Katie quickly marked her place and closed the book, putting it on the other empty chair.
“You know, you really don’t have to read that thing to try to impress me,” the doctor commented as she sat in her chair, waving at the book Katie was setting down. “After all, you’re not one of my students,” she said with a wink and a chuckle.
Blushing, Katie lowered her head in embarrassment, but quickly regained her composure. Looking up at the psychologist, she smiled back and nodded. “I just really find your book quite fascinating, Dr. Prokov.”
“Well, evil is my forte,” she chuckled lightly. “And, please, call me Meisha. We are colleagues after all.”
“Okay, Meisha.” Katie grinned back at the woman. “Mind if I ask you a personal question?” Dr. Prokov raised both eyebrows in surprise, indicating her permission with a slight nod. “You look too young to be able to have acquired the experience needed to be an expert in this field. I’m just amazed at all the information that you have access to.” Blushing again, Katie realized that she hadn't phrased her question the way she should have. “I’m sorry. That didn’t quite come out the way I wanted. It’s just that you don’t seem much older than I am.”
Meisha smiled at the question. Well, dearie…if you only knew the truth, she thought. The real Dr. Prokov was a bit of a recluse and a bit older and is now quite a bit dead … And thankfully, she hated having her picture on her book jackets. “Oh, I guess you could say I’m a prodigy of sorts. Always had an inquisitive mind as a child, and was especially good at mind games…Guess I just come by it naturally.”
The two women ate while engaging in companionable conversation, Katie doing most of the questioning and Meisha deftly providing the answers. By the time their lunches were consumed and it was time to return to class, Katie felt much more relaxed around the intimidating psychologist. Picking up their refuse and walking over to the tray drop off, Katie thanked Dr. Prokov for having lunch with her. Meisha suggested that they have lunch again the next day to continue their conversation. Katie agreed enthusiastically before heading off to her next session.
Well, that went quite well, the imposter thought to herself as she walked back to the office she had been assigned. Come to me little fly…Come rest in my little web. I promise not to hurt you…much!
* * * * *
Colonel Peterson was pacing the conference room as several officers from Intelligence Section filled her in on the situation in Europe. Their reports verified that the threat to the Command and General Staff Symposium to be held in Heidelberg during the upcoming weekend had some substance. Since a lot of Europe’s top brass were going to be in attendance, General Carlton wanted Dean to evaluate the reports and make a recommendation by 1700 Thursday.
Dean stopped her pacing in front of a young captain. “Captain Jaynes, are you sure this isn’t a false report?”
“Yes, Ma’am. We’ve been watching this group for a while now. They’re really hard core, Ma’am… way off the zealot’s scale.”
“That’s right, Colonel. They’ve been up to some real nasty crap lately, and are tied in with some neo-Nazi factions here in the US. With ATF cracking down on some of the US factions, they’re figuring to do some damage to our command staff as a retaliatory action, in hopes that it will cause us to back off.”
Dean nodded at the comments, and paced back over to her seat at the table. She sat down and pored through the reports and pictures one more time. Selecting a picture of one of the suspected agitators, she studied his face, burning it into her memory. “Okay, tell me about this guy again.”
Captain Jaynes picked up a file and flipped it open. “That’s Gunter Krieg. He’s the new leader of this faction. Born in Frankfurt, educated at Columbia University in the U.S. Magna Cum Laude. Chemical Engineering degree with a Political Science minor. Some say he’s the mix-master for the recent bombings that have been taking place. Both parents are dead. He lost his only brother in an ATF raid here in the States, and his sister was supposedly raped by a group of drunken U.S. soldiers.” He closed the file and looked up at Colonel Peterson who was still staring at the picture. “His followers will do whatever he tells them. He’s quite a charismatic leader and can really whip them into a frenzy when he wants. Some think he could have given Hitler a run for his money.”
Dean looked up at this comment. “That good, huh?”
“Yes, Ma’am, he certainly is. He’s kept a very low profile; no one knew anything about him until just recently. We think his sister’s rape sent him over the edge. She’s been in a psychiatric ward since the attack and is uncommunicative.”
“Has he been linked to any of the recent neo-Nazi actions?”
“We haven’t been able to pin anything on him…yet. But he’s definitely up to his eyeballs in this one.”
Dean nodded at the information presented by the captain. She set the picture down, raised her arms, and folded her hands behind her head. “Well, gentlemen, what do you propose?”
“A black op to take him out,” the captain replied immediately, hoping to get quick approval and set his men in motion.
Dean pursed her lips as she considered the pros and cons. The cons were overbalancing the scales for the moment, so she shook her head in a negative response. “I don’t think that would be wise, Captain. At least, not at this time.” The six officers around the table sat in silence waiting for the colonel to continue. “I’m going to fly to Germany on the first available transport. I want to check out a few things before I make my recommendation to the general.” Heads nodded around the table. “That will be all, gentlemen. Dismissed.” Seats pushed back, folders were collected, and the six officers filed quietly out of the room, leaving Dean alone with her thoughts.
Gunter, what are you up to? Last I knew, you were happily teaching in the University. Dean thought as she removed her hands from behind her head. She picked up her copy of the files and looked at Gunter’s picture once more. It’s been a long time since our undergraduate days. You’ve gotten older my friend…and you’re boyish look has turned very hard. Will you listen to me? Will you trust me to help you? I’ve got to try to reach you before you do something very stupid. With determination, Dean stood and collected her paperwork, slipped it into the olive drab file folder, and headed back to her office.
* * * * *
Katie flipped open her cell phone as she walked to her car. “Agent O’Malley,” she spoke as she pulled out her car keys.
“Hey.” Dean’s deep tones needed no identification.
“Hi, love. What’s up? I’m just getting into my car.”
“Mmm, good. You’ll get here before I have to leave, then.”
“Leave? Did something happen to your dad?” Katie threw her backpack onto the passenger side, slipped into the driver’s seat and closed the door.
“No, not Dad. I have to catch a transport to Heidelberg at 1900.”
“Oh, that situation is worse, huh?” She started up the Boxster and checked her rear view mirror before backing out of her parking slot.
“Yes, and no. I’ll fill you in when you get here. Drive carefully, love.”
“I will. See you in a bit.” Katie closed her cell phone and slipped it back into the pouch on her backpack as she slowed to a stop at the exit from the DEA training campus. Good thing our session was over early, love. I’d hate to miss seeing you before you left. The Boxster pulled out into the light traffic, quickly heading north. Katie managed to cut the twenty-five minute commute down to nineteen as she pulled into the garage. She hurriedly grabbed her bag, exited the sports car, and jogged to the house. The door opened before she reached it, and she dropped her backpack just inside the door and fell into her lover’s embrace. Still holding on tightly, Katie whispered, “Glad I was able to leave early.”
“Mmm, me too. I don’t have much time before I have to leave for the base.” Dean checked her watch. “It’s nearly 1800 now, and it will take twenty minutes to get there. C’mon, you can help me finish packing, then you can drive me to the airfield.”
Katie released her hold on Dean and slipped off her coat, hanging it in the closet before picking up her backpack and following Dean to the bedroom. “So, how long will you be gone?”
“Not long. I have to give Mary my recommendations by 1700 Thursday. I figure I can catch another transport back to Fort Leavenworth from Heidelberg, then rent a car from there to Kansas City.” Dean selected another uniform and folded it neatly into her suitcase. “I already called Martha and told her I wouldn’t be in until Thursday or maybe Friday.”
“I’m glad you’re still planning on going to KC,” the blonde commented as she folded a pair of Dean’s jeans. “Will you be able to extend your visit?”
“That will depend on how things are going back here. I hate leaving you alone too long with that nut case still on the loose.” Dean stopped her packing and turned to face her lover, placing both hands on Katie’s shoulders. “Katie, you have to promise me you won’t put yourself at risk. Keep a low profile while I’m gone, okay?”
“Don’t worry, love. I’ll probably stay at Quantico until you’re back.”
“What about the cats?” As if on cue, Spice jumped up on the bed and began examining the suitcase lying there. Deciding it looked like a nice place to nap, she jumped in and curled up into a ball on top of Dean’s leather jacket.
“Dirk’s going to pick them up tonight on his way home from the hospital,” Katie replied as she slipped out of Dean’s hands to scoop Spice out of the suitcase. “I called him on the way home. He said he’d be glad to take care of them for a few days.”
“Good. I’ll feel much better knowing you’re safe at the center.” Dean reached over to pet the purring cat. “That woman would have to be crazy to try to get to you there.”
* * * * *
A half-mile from the house, Meisha smiled as she listened in on the conversation. “Perfect! My little fly will be staying close to my web. Now I just have to lure her into my little trap, and then, Colonel … we’ll get to play again. Only this time, I’ll win.”
* * * * *
By 1730, Dean was removing her suitcase from the backseat of the SUV. The women had said their more personal goodbyes at the house, knowing that they would have to maintain their distance at the military installation. Dean slipped her head back through the still open passenger door and winked at her lover. “I’ll call you when I get there. Promise to stay out of trouble?”
“Me stay out of trouble? How about you? You’re the one that’s going to try to talk to a neo-Nazi fanatic,” Katie challenged, “while I’m going to be safe and sound at Quantico.”
“Yeah, well, make sure you stay that way,” Dean countered. “I’ll be fine. I’ll find Gunter and get this mess straightened out without any bloodshed. Keep your cell phone on. I don’t know when I’ll be able to call once I start looking for him, but I’ll contact you as soon as I can.” With that said, Dean left the SUV and headed off at an easy jog to the tarmac and the waiting transport. Even in BDU’s, Katie could sense her lover’s power and strength hidden beneath them. She continued watching Dean’s athletic body maneuvering toward the plane, leaving her parking spot only after her lover had disappeared into the bowels of the huge aircraft.
* * * * *
Chapter 16
12 December, 0500 Hours (USA) – 1100 Hours (Germany)
The insistent chirp of a cell phone finally broke through Katie’s deep slumber. One eyelid slowly opened, allowing Katie to make out the shape of the offending instrument on the nightstand. “Okay, okay…I’m coming!” she grumbled as she slipped her arm out from under the bed covers and grabbed at the phone, fumbling it and almost dropping it. Finally flipping the phone open, she mumbled into the receiver, “This had better be good.”
“Mmm, well, how good do you want it to be?” Her lover’s sultry tones reverberated in her ear. “I could tell you how much I miss you already, and what I plan on doing to you when I get back … Will that do?”
Katie closed her eyes and smiled as her mind easily pulled up the image of her lover. “Hey. So you’re there already?”
“Yep. Just touched down,” Dean replied. “Had to refuel in England, but we’re here now.”
Katie opened her eyes and looked at the clock. “Did you get any sleep on the way over?”
“Mmhm. Slept like a baby. I’m going to change into my civvies and see if I can find my friend quickly.” She paused, smiling into her phone as she walked down the tarmac toward a waiting jeep. “I just wanted to say good morning, and remind you to be safe.”
“No problem on this end. I left for the Training Center at 9:30 last night. Got a nice cozy room and a comfy bed. All I’m missing is my personal bed warmer. You have such a way of warming me up.”
“Well, hold that thought. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Gotta go now. Keep your phone on, and I’ll call later.”
“Okay, I will. You be careful too.” Katie yawned as she flipped the phone closed and replaced it on the nightstand. “Ugh. I’m glad my classes won’t be starting this early.”
She stretched, yawning again, then rolled over to catch another thirty minutes of shut-eye until her alarm was set to go off.
* * * * *
Dean closed her cell phone and slipped it into the breast pocket of her BDU jacket, buttoning it closed to keep it from falling out. As she neared the jeep, a young corporal jumped out from behind the steering wheel and saluted before taking her luggage and placing it in the back of the jeep.
“Where to, Colonel?” the young man asked as they slid into the front seats.
“BOQ first, then motor pool,” Dean replied as she snapped the canvas door shut against a brisk winter wind. “Nice weather.”
“You could call it that, Colonel. Today is actually pretty mild compared to yesterday, but this isn’t normal weather for Heidelberg.” The soldier put the jeep into gear and drove quickly through the gate separating the airstrip from the rest of the base. Winding between drab buildings and blowing snow, he expertly threaded his way to the Bachelor Officers’ Quarters, skidding to a stop next to the main walkway. “Can I take your bag in for you, Colonel?” the corporal asked as he moved to open the door.
“No thanks, Corporal. Just wait here and keep the engine going,” Dean replied as she turned in her seat and grabbed the handle to her small bag. “I’ll be out in less than five minutes if they have my room assigned.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Everything should be in order. I checked before I left to pick you up.”
Checking the nameplate on his uniform, Dean said, “Good work, Corporal Jenkins. I’ll be right out.”
She opened the jeep door and stepped out into the blustery wind, hanging on to her headgear and her bag as she trotted up the short walk to the main entrance. True to her word, she was back in the jeep in under five minutes, dressed totally in black; jeans, turtleneck, V-neck sweater, and leather jacket. She'd replaced her combat boots with a pair of well-worn hiking boots. Her hair was down and pulled back into a ponytail, and a black knit ski cap covered the top of her head. Slipping back into the passenger seat, she directed the soldier to take her to the motor pool. Receiving the command, Corporal Jenkins put the jeep in gear and headed out once again. He couldn’t help but wonder about his passenger as he caught a few glimpses of her with his peripheral vision as he drove through the base. Within fifteen minutes, they were inside the motor pool office, grateful to be inside a warm building. Another fifteen minutes, and Dean was pulling out of the garage in an old VW van, with Corporal Jenkins in the passenger seat.
“You really don’t have to take me to my barracks, Ma’am,” the young man offered sincerely.
“No problem, Corporal. It’s on the way off post, and I wouldn’t want you to freeze your tail off on the way home.” She turned to the soldier and smiled. “Besides, I may need you again, and it wouldn’t do to have you in the infirmary suffering from exposure.” Her smile alone warmed the corporal as he blushed at her genuine concern. He’d never had a ‘full bird’ treat him like a real person before; and he wondered again about this curious officer—who seemed way too young to be a full colonel—and just what she was doing in Heidelberg. She certainly didn’t seem like the rest of the brass that was coming in for the symposium.
* * * * *
Checking her watch, Dean parked the car along the Neckar River and walked across the old stone arch bridge. Passing through the old Gate Arch, she turned left and headed to the Vetter bar to meet with her intelligence contact. The Vetter bar was a popular place any time of year, but especially around Christmas when they have their special Christmas beer on tap. Dean opened the door to the bar and was greeted by a mixture of aromas: cigarette smoke, food, beer, and of course, humanity. Slipping easily through the packed lunch hour crowd, she scanned the room and estimated it to be a balance of tourists, students, and townsfolk. As she approached, the woman behind the large oak bar asked for her order.
“Ein Glas Ihres Weihnachtsbier, bitte.” Dean waved at the sign advertising their special holiday brew. The bartender nodded and drew a large stein of the beer and, placing it in front of Dean, asked if she wanted to order anything to eat. Dean shook her head and gave the woman a Deutschmark for the drink. Hefting the mug in hand, she turned and leaned back against the bar, surveying the crowd once more. As she sipped the potent brew, a young man dressed like many of the townfolk took a position next to her at the bar.
“Evening, Colonel,” he whispered as he put his beer stein to his lips. Dean nodded and took another sip of her beer. “I’ve got a table in the back by the kitchen. It’s a little quieter there.”
“Lead the way,” Dean said, pulling away from the bar.
They walked through the crowd and around the left corner of the bar, heading toward the table. Dean took the seat that placed her back to the corner so she had a full view of the crowd.
“So, Captain, any leads on where Gunter is holed up?”
“Our best guess is that he’s somewhere in the Black Forest area to the south. We have a man in his camp, but he’s not scheduled to contact us until tonight.” The captain paused to smile at a young blonde server as she came out of the kitchen.
“Good.” Dean slipped a plain white envelope out of her pocket and gave it to her contact. “When he checks in, give him this message for Gunter.”
The captain was surprised by this move, but calmly placed the envelope in his breast pocket, curious as to the message it contained, but not wanting to open it in this public place. “Will do, Colonel. Anything else?”
“Yes. Find out what you can about the rape of Gunter’s sister. Her name is Elsa.” Dean paused, shaking her head slightly as she remembered the time she'd first met Elsa. At fourteen, she was already turning heads with her youthful beauty; Dean could just imagine what adulthood had done to enhance it. “And, make sure your man gets the message to give to Gunter. With any luck, we’ll be able to end this without any bloodshed.” As the captain left the table, Dean realized that it had been twelve hours since she'd had anything to eat. She spied the blonde server heading toward her table and figured she'd better eat now while she had the chance.
* * * * *
Katie had hit the snooze button on her alarm three times before she finally rolled out of bed. After hurrying through her shower, she blew her hair dry and dressed in a set of DEA warm ups and a light brown Gore-Tex anorak. She grabbed her backpack, shut the door to her room, and headed off to the cafeteria for a badly needed cup of caffeine. She was jogging down the path through the woods when she noted a figure stepping out of a Yellow Cab. If the trees had been full with leaves, she never would have been able to see the road, but with their cover gone, she was able to see down to the roadway fairly easy. As the automobile headed off toward the gate, the figure turned and started up an intersecting path. Katie was surprised to recognize the figure as Dr. Prokov as she neared the junction of their paths.
Hmm, wonder where she’s coming from? I thought she was housed in the staff dormitory on the other side of the complex, Katie thought as she slowed her approach. Well, maybe she stays with a friend off-site. She slowed her pace a bit more to arrive at the juncture at the same time as Dr. Prokov. Obviously lost in thought, Dr. Prokov was not aware of the figure watching her approach.
“Good Morning, Doctor,” Katie called as the psychologist entered her line of sight.
Quickly looking up, Meisha scanned the area where the voice came from with a predator's fierce glare, and just as quickly softened her visage as she recognized Katie. The initial gaze directed at Katie unnerved the young agent, sending a chill down her spine as it seemed to slice right through to her soul.
“Oh, Katie,” Meisha responded as she smiled and patted her chest. “You surprised me. I was running late, and didn’t expect to find anyone on the path.”
Recovering, Katie smiled. “I was a bit late myself. Guess I hit the snooze button one too many times!” Both women forced a laugh as they walked toward the cafeteria together. Katie raised a hand to rub her neck in an effort to subdue the prickling feeling she was experiencing at the nape. The savageness she'd seen in Doctor Prokov’s eyes stirred memories and began to fire synapses in her subconscious brain. Her conscious mind, on the other hand, continued to wonder just where the profiler was coming from, but after the glimpse into those fierce eyes, she decided not to ask…at least not just yet.
They continued up the path in relative silence until they reached a cluster of buildings. Katie asked if Meisha wanted to join her for a quick bite. The psychologist declined, indicating that she had already eaten, but suggested that they might share a table at lunch. Katie smiled and waved goodbye, then hurriedly headed into the cafeteria for a quick, light breakfast, wondering just where the psychologist had had her breakfast.
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Dean finished her meal and sat back, observing the crowded room from her vantage point. Looks like the students are getting ready for the holiday season early, she surmised as she noted the youthful faces in the early afternoon crowd. Hmm, a number of tourists, too. She continued scanning until she caught the gaze of a young man at the bar staring at her. They locked eyes for a brief second before he managed to avert his gaze. He looked to be in his late twenties, perhaps early thirties, and dressed in a hunter green ski sweater, blue jeans and hiking boots. His face was clean-shaven, topped by short, curly blonde hair; and from what she could tell from where she sat, he had very dark blue eyes. Dean’s gut reaction told her he just didn’t fit in with the people around him, so she carefully watched his actions, waiting to see if her instincts had been affected by jet lag, or if they were on target.
Five minutes passed and the young man was joined by another, similarly attired man, who looked to be his twin but was a few years older. She watched as they spoke to one another, lips barely moving. When she picked up the minute nod in her direction, her mind affirmed her gut feeling with a solitary—bingo. Well, boys. Let’s see what has you so interested, shall we? Dean finished her beer and motioned to the waitress for her bill. The perky, blonde server immediately came to her table and presented the check. Scanning the total, Dean mentally calculated the amount in American dollars, reached into her jeans and gave the bills to the waitress, along with a healthy tip. “ Danke. Halten Sie die Änderung,” Dean told the young girl, earning a big smile when the server realized the size of her tip.
“Danke. Kommen Sie bitte wieder, the girl replied as she began cleaning up the dishes from the table.
Dean nodded as she stood and donned her jacket, stealthily slipping the cloth table napkin into her pocket. As she approached the bar, she turned her head to focus directly at the two men who had been watching her. As they met her stare, she gave them a crooked smile and winked at them, then headed directly for the door. Once outside, she turned left and jogged up the sidewalk to the first alley she could find. Turning the corner in the passageway, she looked over her shoulder and saw the two men leave the establishment. Their heads swiveled to the right and left, trying to determine which way to go. Finally, the older of the two men directed his friend to the right, while he took off in her direction. Dean slid back into the shadows and waited for him to get within reach. As soon as the man’s head showed past the brick wall, Dean reached out with lightning speed and grabbed the man’s jacket collar with one hand, pulling him into the shadows. Before he could call for help, she released the collar and slid her hand around his throat, while the other hand stuffed the wadded napkin into his mouth. She was glad she had on thick leather gloves, because the man tried to bite her as she slid the wad into his mouth. Then she grabbed his flailing hand and yanked it up high behind his back, effectively putting him on his toes.
“Ah, ah. It’s not nice to bite,” she whispered into his ear. “Let’s move a little further back into this alley, shall we?” She herded him back behind several stacks of boxes, placing his chest against the wall as she increased the pressure on the arm behind his back.
“Now, I’m gonna ask you some simple questions, and all I want you to do is nod your head yes, or shake your head no. Okay?” The man stood still as though he did not understand her. Giving him a little encouragement, she pulled his arm up higher, almost to the point of dislocating his shoulder. This move brought a muffled cry and an affirmative nod. “That’s better,” Dean told him in a low growl. “Now, I know you were following me, so let’s just get to the point.” The man nodded vigorously. “My guess is, you and your pal know exactly who my earlier tablemate is, right?” Again, a series of nods. “Do you know who I am?” His head shook in the negative. “Okay. So you want to know more about me, then?” Nodding. ”Well, before we go there, let me take a guess about you.” She looked the man over, appraising him. “My guess is that you aren’t from around here.” She noted the crisp look of his jeans, the spit shine of his black boots, and the cleanliness of his heavy black parka. The man’s eyes widened as she spoke. “So, just a wild guess here, I’ll bet you’re part of Gunter’s little troop.” Her captive closed his eyes and made no motion. “Hmm, is that a yes, or a no?” She increased the pressure on his arm a bit more, noting the beads of sweat now forming on his brow. “Okay, no matter. We both know you are.” Although he couldn’t see her face, Dean gave him her best feral smile before continuing, “I want you to give Gunter a message for me. Tell him his old friend Deanna Peterson wants to meet with him. If he’s interested, tell him to meet me in the middle of the old arch bridge at midnight…and to come alone.” She paused, adding, “Give him this.” She took out a small package and slipped it into the parka jacket. Looking around the passage, she heard the sound of laughter coming from the main street. “Now, I’m sorry I have to do this,” the colonel whispered as she raised her free hand and executed a quick chop to his neck, sending the guy to the pavement for a brief respite. She moved him into a more comfortable position, walked quickly up to the passageway entrance, and checked for his partner. Not finding him in the immediate vicinity, she strolled out of the alley, and headed back to her vehicle and her quarters at the post.
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“What do you mean, you were attacked by a woman!” Gunter shouted at his two men.
The one that Dean had collared began to protest. “Not, a woman! That American pig had the strength of a man…two men…and she had a gun stuffed in my mouth.”
“So, you told her everything?” Gunter approached the now shaking man, and got nose to nose with him, which caused him to stoop down to the man’s level. Gunter was six foot four and looked more like a handsome, mythical god, than a neo-Nazi. The lines around his eyes and a peppering of gray hair were the only outward signs of age or the strain of his command. His physical presence was one of command and power.
“I told her nothing,” he answered weakly.
“Ah, yes. It would be hard to speak with a gun in your mouth.” Gunter’s face softened into gentle repose as he delivered the sarcastic remark.
“I did not have to tell her anything. She already knew.” He lowered his head to avoid his commander’s stare, finding his boots a much friendlier sight. “She gave me a message for you.”
“A message? What was her message?” Gunter, now intrigued, stepped away from his comrade and turned slightly to the right.
“She said she wants to talk to you, and for you to meet her on the old arch bridge tonight at midnight…alone.”
“Alone? After she’s made one of my fiercest men into a quivering, spineless mass, she wants me to meet her alone?” He laughed, as he turned once again to face the man.
“Yes, but I don’t think that’s a good idea, Gunter.” The man looked up, hoping to win absolution, but received a harsh look instead.
“Did she say anything else, Fritz?” he asked as he began pacing around the twosome.
“Yes. She said her name is Deanna Peterson.” Fritz stumbled through the name. “And she said to give you this.” He pulled the small package out of his pocket and handed it to Gunter who was now standing to his side.
Upon hearing Deanna’s name, Gunter stopped abruptly and turned towards the men. Slowly, he reached out for the package, fingering it gently as he gazed at the small bundle. The mention of her name brought a rush of feelings that nearly overwhelmed him, and he quickly turned away from the two men. He continued his pacing until he was behind the men, slipping the package into his pocket and his feelings back into his heart, before he came back around to face them.
“I suggest you two learn to better defend yourselves against women,” he said as he gave them a stern look. “Go. I have work to do.” Fritz and his brother Hans quickly turned and exited the small room, leaving Gunter alone with his thoughts.
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“So, the sergeant was acquitted of the rape?”
“Yes, Ma’am. There was absolutely no proof that any U.S. soldier, sailor, airman, or citizen committed the rape,” the captain concluded.
“So why does Gunter think the U.S. is responsible?” Dean raised an eyebrow in question.
“That’s what this group has been telling him…whipping him into a frenzy to get him on board.” The captain shook his head, “Evidently it worked. The Military Police, hell, the base commander even tried to reason with him. He’s just not buying our proof.”
Dean turned to the captain and pinned him with a cold stare. “Then, Captain, I suggest we do everything we can to find the real rapist. I hope to meet with Gunter tonight, and I’m going to see if I can reason with him. If not, we'd better hope we can find this rapist, and fast!”
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Chapter 17
12 December, 1300 Hours (USA)
“Katie!” Dr. Prokov called over the din in the cafeteria. Hearing her name called, Katie looked around, searching for the caller. When her eyes met Meisha’s, she hoped that her innermost thoughts would not be revealed to the profiler. Ever since her morning encounter with the doctor, she’d had the most eerie sensations when she thought about the violent expression she’d seen on Dr. Prokov’s face. Although she’d agreed to meet her for lunch, Katie was hoping to avoid another meeting until she could get a better understanding of why she was reacting this way. It’s probably just all the reading I’ve been doing on the criminal mind, Katie thought as Meisha pulled up a chair at her table.
“Hi,” Katie offered with a forced smile, then lowered her head to stare at her barely touched meal.
“Hello, Katie,” the psychologist replied. “Is something wrong?” Ah, my little fly is nervous. Maybe she saw more than I thought. Hmm, maybe I can get her to open up to me. If she suspects anything, I might have to move up my timetable. Meisha put on her best, concerned, caring expression.
Still lost in thought, Katie raised her head and was taken in by the doctor’s façade. “Mmm, nothing’s wrong. I guess I was just lost in thought when you came up,” Katie answered as she took in the soft lines of the psychologist’s countenance. Maybe I’m just projecting my worry about Dean and the neo-Nazi’s into this morning’s meeting on the path.
“Well, if there’s anything you want to talk about…” Meisha smiled sweetly while she let the sentence trail off, hoping that Katie would take the bait.
“No, no. Nothing. Guess I’m just realizing that the new class of recruits will be here after the holidays, and I’m wondering if I’ll be ready for them.” Yes, there’s a lot bothering me, but I’m not feeling like I should trust you. Why is that? Damn! This is not a good time for Dean to be gone. I need to bounce these feelings I’m having off of her. She’d know what to do.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be ready. I’ve read your file, and I can tell that you’re very competent.” Meisha reached over and laid a hand on Katie’s arm, noticing the subtle stiffening of the muscles as she made contact. “You’ve always been a stern taskmaster, following up on all the little details, so I don’t see you failing now.” She removed her hand and picked up her fork, stabbing gently at her salad.
Katie wasn’t sure of her feelings towards the psychologist at the moment. She was even beginning to wonder if the morning glimpse into another side of the woman had really happened. Glancing across the table at the psychologist as she ate her salad, she saw only a soft, caring person. Maybe I just misread her this morning. I’m sure if I had been startled on a secluded path when I was not expecting anyone else to be around, I might have reacted the same way. This mystery woman plaguing our life right now really has me on edge. I’m seeing potential threats everywhere, and I’m losing my focus. Meisha looked up at that moment and smiled sweetly at Katie, looking as innocent as a lamb. Now, how could that woman be a monster? I’m really losing it. She shook her head and returned the smile, then began a more aggressive attack on her tuna salad sandwich.
“So, I see you’ve moved into the dormitory,” Meisha commented between bites. “I thought you lived somewhere north of here.”
“Mmm, I do,” Katie replied as she set her glass of milk down. “My, um, housemate is out of town for a few days, and I thought I’d just save some commute time and stay here for a bit.” Sensing the woman’s reluctance to divulge information, the psychologist offered no response and just kept eating. Katie relaxed a bit, while realizing that Meisha was putting on her psychologist’s hat by allowing Katie to make the next move. Aw, what the heck! It might do some good to bounce some of this off of her, she thought and decided to plunge in just a bit.
“You know all those questions I’ve been asking about the criminal mind…well, we’re working on a bit of a problem right now.”
“You and…your housemate? She’s the Army officer, right?” the psychologist queried.
“Yes. It seems that someone from one of our pasts is playing a game with all of our friends. A very deadly game.” Faking intrigue, Meisha motioned for Katie to continue, which she did¾from the very beginning. She started with the email and continued right up to the recent incident with Bill and the hit-and-run. “So, I guess I’ve been a bit out of sorts lately. Please forgive me if I seem a bit detached.”
During the recitation, Dr. Prokov had set her fork down and devoted her complete attention to Katie. She was surprised to learn of the possible ID by the night clerk at the motel, and decided that she needed to clean up that loose end as soon as possible. She also hadn’t counted on them finding Felix so soon, but that didn’t bother her as much because dead men couldn’t tell tales. The night clerk, on the other hand, was a definite liability that had to be attended to. Ah, a villain’s work is never done, she giggled internally, or is it ‘no rest for the wicked’? No matter, I have plenty of time to get to her before the police come knocking on her door.
Katie finisher her narration of the events and looked expectantly at Dr. Prokov. “So, what do you think?”
Meisha folded her hands and placed them in her lap as she struck a suitable, thoughtful pose. “Hmm, I can see why you’re a bit distracted. Your evil-doer hasn’t given you much to go on, other than that you’re dealing with a female.” The psychologist shook her head and sighed. “I’m afraid you really have your work cut out for you. She sounds like a highly intelligent and cunning adversary. I think you did the wise thing by coming here to stay while your friend is out of the country. I’ll put some thought into this and see if I can help you out.” She looked at Katie, a solicitous expression on her face. “I’ll give you a call if I come up with anything.”
“Thanks, Meisha. We just keep running into brick walls. It’s nice to be able to bounce things off someone else.”
“I just hope I can help you find her before she does something else.” She reached out and patted Katie’s arm with her gnarled hand. Katie subconsciously tightened her arm muscles at Meisha’s touch, blushing a bit in embarrassment at her reaction. They sat there staring at each other for another second or two. Katie broke off first and picked up the last of her sandwich, popping the final bite into her mouth with a flourish.
“Well,” Meisha smirked, “at least this hasn’t affected your appetite.”
* * * * *
Dean opened her eyes for the tenth time in as many minutes and sighed heavily. She had been attempting to try and catch some shut-eye before her midnight meet, but was not successful. Staring at the tan colored ceiling, her mind conjured up an image of Katie, sitting in her favorite lounge chair and surrounded by her feline crew. The vision brought a smile to her face, and a warm feeling spread through her body. “Sure wish I was home with you, love,” Dean whispered to the shimmering vision. “I’d slip right up behind you, lean down, and give you the most passionate kiss…maybe even two or three of them.” Her mind played out the scene on the pale ceiling above her. Dean could see herself standing behind her fair haired lover, feel her hands slide down the back of the chair and onto Katie’s shoulders before they traveled further and came to rest on the full breasts. She could almost smell the herbal scent of Katie’s shampoo as she bent down to meet Katie’s upturned head. When their lips touched, she could sense the softness of her lover’s lips, feel the heat of Katie’s exhaled breath and the wetness of her tongue as she opened her mouth onto hers. She felt her breath catch as her mind vividly continued the scenario, her heart rate quickening while a warm sensation began to course through her body, wakening her desires. She felt herself begin to move on her cot. A low growl escaped her lips as her body began to rock with the physical need that was growing within and desperately seeking release. The longer the image of her lover played on in her mind, the more her need grew, eventually leading her over the edge and into the ecstasy beyond. The next time Dean opened her eyes, it was 2300 and she felt completely rested, albeit a bit disheveled. Quickly sitting up on the side of the bed, Dean checked her watch. Deciding she had time, she picked up the phone and dialed Katie’s number. Katie answered on the first ring.
“Hey,” Dean said in a sultry voice.
“Hi, love. I was hoping it was you.” Katie walked over to her bed and sat down. “I miss you.”
“Miss you, too. How was your day?”
“Different,” she replied with a slight hesitation.
Dean’s eyebrows rose as she picked up on the hesitation. “Something happen?”
“No, nothing new. It was just a bit strange today.” Katie went on to tell of the chance meeting with Dr. Prokov on the path, and the conversation they had at lunch. “I just can’t seem to shake this weird feeling I had when I saw Meisha on the path…but then, lunch seemed better.”
“Katie, you have good instincts, so pay attention to them. You really don’t know Dr. Prokov very well to begin with.” Dean paused, formulating her next comment. “Go with your gut, Katie. Be cautious around her.”
“I will, I just miss you. This wacko has me really on edge. I’m just waiting for the next shoe to drop.”
“I know, love. Believe me, when I get back, we’re going to get to the bottom of this. Lieutenant Green should have an ID for us by tomorrow night. Then maybe we can get somewhere.”
“I sure hope so, Dean. Just hurry back, okay?”
“As soon as I get this situation under control, I promise.” Dean sighed as she looked at her watch. “Gotta go love. I’ll call you when this is over.”
“Okay, hon. Be careful.”
“I will.” Dean flipped the phone closed, caressing it softly with her hand. Standing, she straightened disheveled clothes, slipped her black jacket back on, grabbed her knit cap and gloves, and left for the rendezvous.
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